Chapter 242
Lila was already nervous enough from just being kissed.
At this moment, feeling his large hand resting on her back, constantly pulling to close the distance between them, her heartbeat accelerated even more.
Out of nervousness, Lila instinctively resisted the large hand Alexander had on her, reaching her small hand behind to try to remove it.
But this action only stirred up an even stronger desire to conquer deep inside him.
Without hesitation, Alexander took a step forward, hugging her tightly and pressing their bodies close together.
What had started as just a kiss turned into an embrace-kiss in that instant.
Alexander kissed her intensely, almost addictively, leaving Lila helpless, passively following his rhythm, her breathing filled entirely with the clean, crisp, unique masculine scent from his body.
Her face flushed completely red, and she really wanted to end this kiss quickly.
But she could feel that he had no intention of stopping at all, and he even slipped in his tongue.
Just then, a knocking sound rang out.
Lila jolted, and somehow finding the strength, she pushed Alexander away without hesitation.
He stepped back, and after steadying himself, his hungry eyes stared at her, "Rejecting me?"
Lila was flustered and at a loss, but still shook her head in response, "No, someone's knocking."
Knocking?
Only then did Alexander glance coldly at the scene outside the office door, vaguely seeing that Charlie had returned and was standing there.
Alexander's expression turned ugly, looking quite like someone with "unsatisfied desires."
However, he still turned around and walked toward the lounge door. Before leaving, he turned his body and looked back at Lila, saying with unclear meaning, "Mrs. Sinclair, I'm not angry anymore."
"That's good." She stammered.
Alexander declared, "But if there's a next time, I won't be this easy to talk to!"
With that, without waiting for Lila's reply, he left the office and closed the door.
Lila felt that wasn't exactly easy to talk to either.
Hugging, kissing, and even using his tongue—that's called easy to talk to?
She really couldn't imagine how difficult he would be if there was a next time.
There must not be a next time!
Never again.
Lila let out a long breath and patted her heated cheeks.
Outside, after Alexander threw out a "come in," he returned to his desk and sat down.
When Charlie came over and saw his terrible expression, he immediately became nervous, "Mr. Sinclair, are you in a bad mood?"
"You knocked on my office door just to come in and care about my mood?"
"No, it's about what you asked me to handle—there's been progress."
Alexander said flatly, "Speak."
Charlie quickly began, "I found that Miss Phillips is living in a small town in Verenthia, but I haven't found the exact location yet. There will be results within a week at the latest."
Hearing this, his expression became much more subdued, and even the anger from earlier disappeared, replaced by a kind of melancholy.
Alexander repeated in a steady tone, "A week?"
Charlie thought it sounded too slow and replied, "Mr. Sinclair, that's a week at the latest. I'll work hard to shorten that timeframe. As you know, investigating things abroad is harder than doing it here, so please give me a bit more time."
Alexander answered faintly, "No rush."
Charlie was shocked by Alexander's unusual response.
No rush?
Was something wrong with his ears?
For the past two years, Mr. Sinclair had been searching for Miss Phillips like a madman. Every time there was even a bit of related news, he would get incredibly excited and push him urgently like his life depended on it. Yet today he said no rush?
Charlie glanced from the corner of his eye at the driver's lounge behind him and boldly speculated—could it be that Mr. Sinclair had moved on and fallen in love with the current Mrs. Sinclair?